Mouth Like A Magazine lyrics

Song information

Artist: Showbread
Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical

Lyrics

Turning over in interrupted slumber
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful
Now find the fault cause your boyfriend can't read
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied

Your eulogy is like poetry
But your mouth is like a magazine

Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused
You're vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated
Your spine is made of metal
And your veins electric tape
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face
Cough up an offering and forget which words are lies
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop
Your brain is cauterized

Within the walls I hear all of its legs
There must be so many to carry it over our heads
Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down
The rusty spokes inside my head
Are making such a grating sound

You're legacy is like poetry
But you're mouth is like a magazine

(I believe "you've locked" is actually "you thought")

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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